I could then rub my cock in the cool darkness of the shed and happily explode onto the plank floor without worrying too much about Mrs Coleman catchin... sight of me if she walked across the garden. I loved sitting back in the old armchair, shooting my cum in a thick white fountain into the air and leaving it to pool on my skin until it was time to clean up and get on with another job.After the first few days I got quite brazen, and would mark each completed gardening task with a quickie. I'd sit. Her hair shimmered as it draped down the front of her shirt cascading over her left breast. We talked in hushed tones and she told me about finishing high school in the previous spring, that she liked volleyball and was working as a waitress. She went on about dating a couple of guys in high school but had not been seriously involved with anyone since. The way she had talked and acted at the bar, I figured she had had at least some experience. But when I reached up with my right hand and. He adored my body, he adored being naked and most of all he loved the hunger in my eyes when he saw me staring at his stiff cock. I found it hard to take my eyes off it and he didn't care for a second. In fact, it was all for me and his little show was all mine. Finally our eyes met and a stupid grin crossed my face. He walked towards me and when he got close enough I grabbed his dick and held it tightly in my fist, leaving it there for a while, feeling it grow even more rigid if that was. Ms. Wosley is the new owner." He paused and fumbled for words. Sarah's heart went out to him. He looked so old, so tired. She wanted to go and hug him. But he avoided eye contact with everyone and walked from the room.There was a bit of silence, finally broken by Ms. Wosley. "Girls, I know you feel badly about this. And I'm afraid I have more news and its not good either. I have been going over the books. Mr. Kleigman was on the verge of losing this store. Money was going out of here faster.